"Sweet girl, stay still."

Sam whispers with concern, reaching out to hold your hand while you sit up on the exam table. You were crying, and it was slowly eating at Sam's poor heart. Dean had coerced you into jumping off a swing, convincing you that you could fly through the air if you kicked high enough. Of course you fucking plummeted into the molch and hurt yourself all over. Of course Sam hadn't been there in that exact moment to stop his idiot brother from telling you that.

"Just breathe, baby. Gonna be fine, I promise."

Sam sighs, gently stroking your fingers and watching you with big hazel eyes.

"You know better, sweet girl. You know you can't fly anymore."

You just sniffle, your bones aching and your head throbbing from impact. You hadn't expected what used to be such a miniscule jump as an angel to be so painful as a human.

"I know. J..just thought it would work."

Sam smiles tenderly at you, leaning forward in his chair to kiss at your uninjured wrist.

"I know, sweet girl, I know. When we get home I'm gonna take care of you real good, okay? Not gonna hurt anymore."